Birthday:March 17th 2003Coloration:Tortoiseshell TabbyLikes:Belly rubs, finding hidey holesPet-Peeves:Harness. Her adult daughter sitting on her.Favorite Toy:The ball in a ring, flashing-light plastic ballFavorite Nap Spot:On her Dad's bed (in the living room)Favorite Food:TunaSkills:Opening doors; catching birds; finding foodDwells:
indoors Arrival Story:She and her feral prepubescent daughter presented themselves to a farmhouse for turkey dinner on Thanksgiving. From there they went to a shelter and from there to Petco, where we saw them. We took both kid-cat and mom-cat home, though they are both female, because kid-cat was wild as a March hare and probably wouldn't get a forever home - she turned into a Ninja Swiss Army cat if anyone tried to hold her. Mom-cat had been socialized so we hoped mom-cat would help kid-cat learn. (She did, though it took about a year for kid-cat to be comfortable around people.)Bio:We live in a downtown highrise apartment with a balconey, which door I often leave open. The finches bully the sparrows and the sparrows dash through the open door. Kitty Rou' then goes from zero to Mach 1 in a heartbeat and nabs them. Then she tries (unsuccessfully) to teach her kid-cat how to do it, leaving bird feathers strewn through every part of the house. I am bedfast and thus stuck with the spectacle and the carnage until a rescuer arrives.Lives Remaining:7 of 9Forums Motto:Mamzell Ooo-la-laMamzell ooo-la-la:Kitty Rou’ is a bit of a tummy-rub slut, a ‘saucy girl’ when she’s angling for a tummy rub which is nearly always. She wears purple satin short-shorts with ruffles on the rump, dyes her hair (badly) red, and pretends to be a French Poodle who doesn’t speak English. She teeters about on stiletto heels, twirling a parasol as if Seattle has any Sol to fend off, and saying “ooo-la-la” in a surprisingly harsh smoker’s voice. Such a past she must have!